✓ Baltasar and Blimunda ✓ Download by à José Saramago

✓ Baltasar and Blimunda ✓ Download by à José Saramago Bem, c vamos n s.
Este foi o primeiro livro de Saramago que li e n o ser , certamente, o ltimo Apaixonei me pela escrita deste t o conceituado autor, verdade seja dita Como se costuma dizer primeiro estranha se, depois entranha se e eu tive de adotar os meus m todos para que isso acontecesse A minha pr pria m e presenciou alguns momentos embara osos de leituras e releituras em voz alta de di logos confusos Mas sobrevivi e adorei a experi ncia Come amos pelo Baltasar e pela Blimunda A mim, parece me bem Adorei a rela o destes dois Um amor ing nuo, puro e cativante que traz ao de cima o melhor dos cora es humanos Se sofri com o final Oh meus caros, eu tenho um grave problema com personagens fict cias e quando j me tinha conformado com o desfecho da hist ria, o narrador decide lan ar a bomba nos dois ltimos par grafos N o soltei nem uma, nem duas nem mesmo tr s l grimas foram aos pares como se elas tivessem sofrido e n o se quisessem abandonar umas s outras num momento t o emotivo Blimunda e Baltasar, Sete Luas e Sete S is ficar o para sempre guardados na minha mem ria.
Quanto ao aspecto cr tico da obra Adorei ler a partir da perspectiva deste narrador t o perspicaz e inteligente O not rio tom sarc stico e ironia propositada em algumas passagens textuais n o me seguraram umas boas e agrad veis gargalhadas A descri o n o podia ser mais ousada e adequada ao contexto social da poca e o mais interessante, a meu ver, foi sem d vida o relevo dado aos que vivem na sombra deste Portugal entorpecido da primeira metade do s culo XVIII Um povo que vive na pen ria, que luta por um pa s cujo rei usa e abusa do poder lhe fora concedido para satisfazer o seu pequenino ego Uma grande v nia a este senhor Muita pena tenho eu de s agora dar valor a este fant stico escritor portugu s Palmas 5.
0 Before I explain my feelings about Saramago s Baltasar and Blimunda, let me share a couple visuals from the late 17th 18th Century that are highlighted within the text The passarola of Father Bartholomeu de GusmaoAn auto de fe of the Portugeuse InquisitionSaramago s masterpiece.
343 pages Perhaps, the longest 343 pages I ve ever tried to read, but very fulfilling in the end a 5 star like no other that I ve rated,Baltasar and Blimundais historical fiction at its base, but a satirical fairy tale concerning the hypocritical piety in early Modern Europe at its crux.
The language and prose is not only shockingly comical speaking of the queen as merely a receptacle for reproduction , but philosophical, brutal and beautiful Also, with his usual non quotation dialogue, it makes it a bit dense and a slow read, but if you like Saramago, you know what to expect.
In some parts, it feels slightly tedious due to the language, but in actuality it s the reader who needs to have patience it will work itself out The character development is superb and nothing is left to wonder, which, for this tale, is perfect The ending is surprising, but fits I can easily see how nobel committee members would award him the prize from this work alone.
From The Recipient Of TheNobel Prize In Literature, A Brilliantenchanting Novel New York Times Book Review Of Romance, Deceit, Religion, And Magic Set In Eighteenth Century Portugal At The Height Of The Inquisition National Bestseller Translated By Giovanni PontieroWhen King And Church Exercise Absolute Power What Happens To The Dreams Of Ordinary People In Early Eighteenth Century Lisbon, Baltasar, A Soldier Who Has Lost A Hand In Battle, Falls In Love With Blimunda, A Young Girl With Strange Visionary Powers From The Day That He Follows Her Home From The Auto Da Fe Where Her Mother Is Condemned And Sent Into Exile, The Two Are Bound Body And Soul By A Love Of Unassailable Strength A Third Party Shares Their Supper That Evening Padre Bartolemeu Louren O, Whose Fantasy Is To Invent A Flying Machine As The Inquisition Rages And Royalty And Religion Clash, They Pursue His Impossible, Not To Mention Heretical, Dream Of Flight Baltasar and Blimundarevolves around the construction of the monumental monastery in Mafra, an effect of slyness of the Franciscans and vanity of the king of Portugal, Joao V Thousands labouring workers to satisfy the morbid ambitions of monks and pamper bloated ego of the king remind us of builders pyramids in antiquity Is it the ancient Egypt or the Catholic Portugal pride of kings and hypocrisy of clergy seems to be unchanged for centuries Marriage of the altar and the throne always looked the same and the little people as ever were losers People would kneel before the king, the bishop, the altar, the procession, the image of a saint They would kneel so often that actually did not get up from their knees at all.
Saramago is wonderfully ironic and blasphemous And equally ruthless towards monarchy and clergy He s irreverent when with wry humour is stigmatizing their sanctimony, greed, lecherousness and stupidity, he s sarcastic describing endless ceremonials, the institution of the saints and indulgences, and, what a heresy , doubting in the divine order of the world Meanwhile in the background unfolds unusual story, love of the crippled soldier Baltasar and daughter of woman condemned for witchcraft, Blimunda and their relationship with Padre Bartolemeu Louren o who dreams of building passarola, the flying machine To deny the law of gravity, soar where angels tread, look into the face of God Indeed, rather dangerous chimera in the time of the InquisitionBaltasar and Blimunda , alternately brutally realistic and wonderfully magical, you can hear echo of magical realism here is a remarkable tale Saramago s style is quite distinguishable, extremely long, complex sentences, often without punctuation, with two narrators all at once It requires a lot of concentration but it s highly original and rewarding reading Saramago perfectly balanced insatiable hunger for knowledge and questioning the established order of the world with power of love and man s character to create a powerful and visionary story of the human determination to pursue their dreams, overcome own limitations and rise above dreariness in times when life did not mean too much and people were burning like torches.
5 5 In these times of intolerance and superstition, King John V the Magnanimous reign on Portugal and its subjects the sovereign is a gentleman, he honors the convents of Lisbon and its surroundings very gracious presence and his good offices, so much so that a string of bastards born of his royal misdemeanors Nevertheless Jo o fulfilled his conjugal duties very scrupulously and periodically by honoring twice a week his wife, Queen Marie Anne of Austria Nothing does, the monarchical matrix refuses to give the good king a descendant So when a monk of St Francis order promises the coming of an heir if he finally agreed to the request, the Franciscans renewed for dozens of years, to have a convent, the king promises And what the king promises, he does and orders.
Parallel to this narrative, far from the inaccessible heights where monarchs and prelates hang, the destinies of three principal characters are told to us Starting with the most illustrious, I named Bartolomeu de Gusm o, the Jesuit prodigious memory, a kind of Pico della Mirandola of his time, and which history has to be the father of ballooning, thanks to the invention of his Passarole He died at Toledo in a state of insanity, when he had fled from the ire of the Holy Office.
The horrific scenes of suppliciants, unforgivable stain on the face of the Catholic Church bullfights, resurgences of circus games the titanic construction of the Mafra Convent and especially the Homeric delivery of the mother of stones , here as many epic scenes which, alone, are worth lingering on this book This iconoclastic novel, daring in its style and form, full of irony, spares neither the throne nor the altar That s from the little and forgotten people, the victims of the exasperated pride, the attention and affection of Jos Saramago, Nobel Prize for Literature in 1998, that manifests itself.
6 57 6 57 qui manducat meam carnem et bibit meum sanguinem in me manet et ego in illo VLC As the living Father hath sent me, and I live by the Father so he that eateth me, even he shall live by me KJV A majestic and oppressive view of Medieval Spain, Inquisition, Christianity, wars and day to day distasteful minutiae.
Q Men are angels born without wings, nothing could be nicer than to be born without wings and to make them grow c Q Em rei seria defeito a mod stia c Q Vai ajustando nos buracos apropriados da cimalha as figuras dos profetas e dos santos, e por cada uma fez v nia o camarista, afasta as dobras preciosas do veludo, a est uma est tua oferecida na palma da m o, um profeta de barriga para baixo, um santo que trocou os p s pela cabe a, mas nestas involunt rias irrever ncias ningu m repara, tanto mais que logo el rei reconstitui a ordem e a solenidade que conv m s coisas sagradas, endireitando e pondo em seu lugar as vigilantes entidades c Q Fique D Maria Ana em paz, adormecida, invis vel sob a montanha de penas, enquanto os percevejoscome am a sair das fendas, dos refegos, e se deixam cair do alto dossel, assim tornando mais r pida a viagem c Q N o vulgar em reis um temperamento assim, mas Portugal sempre foi bem servido deles.
Bem servido de milagres, igualmente c Q Ent o Blimunda disse, Vem Desprendeu se a vontade de BaltasarSete S is, mas n o subiu para as estrelas, se terra pertencia e a Blimunda c Q J aqui estive, j aqui passei, e dava com rostos que reconhecia, N o se lembra de mim, chamavam me Voadora, Ah, bem me lembro, ent o achou o homem que procurava, O meu homem, Sim esse, N o achei, Ai pobrezinha, Ele n o ter aparecido por aqui depois de eu ter passado, N o, n o apareceu, nem nunca ouvi falar dele por estes arredores, Ent o c vou, at um dia, Boa viagem, Se o encontrar Encontrou o Seis vezes passara por Lisboa, esta era a s tima Vinha do Sul, dos lados de Peg es Atravessou o rio, quase noite na ltima barca que aproveitava a mar N o comia h quase vinte e quatro horas Trazia algum alimento no alforge, mas, de cada vez que ia lev lo boca, parecia que sobre a sua m o outra m o se pousava e uma voz lhe dizia, N o comas, que o tempo chegado c I have always thought that one must be full of a creative madness to write the way it is composed this novel It is a sheer original, brilliant and spellbound novel I was tightly and irrevocably encapsulated by the read from page one And for sure it didn t have anything to do with the full moon phenomenon which was happening just this very last weekend by the time I actually finished it.
What a better start of the novel than by writing of this early 18th century Lisbon royal atmosphere Dom Joao, the 5th monarch so named on the royal list, will pay a visit this night to the bedchamber of the Queen, Dona Maria Ana Josefa, who arrivedthan two years ago from Austria to provide heirs for the Portuguese crown, and so far has shown no signs of becoming pregnant Already there are rumors at court, both within and without the royal palace, that the Queen is barren, an insinuation that is carefully guarded from hostile ears and tongues and confided only to intimates That anyone should blame the King is unthinkable, first because infertility is an evil that befalls not men but women, who for that very reason are often disowned and second, because there is material evidence, should such a thing be necessary, in the horde of bastards produced by the royal semen, who populate the kingdom and even at this moment are forming a procession in the square Moreover, it is not the King but the Queen who spends all her time in prayer, beseeching a child from heaven, for two good reasons The first reason is that a king, especially a king of Portugal, does not ask for something that he alone can provide, and the second reason is that a woman is essentially a vessel made to be filled, a natural supplicant, whether she pleads in novenas or in occasional prayers But neither the perseverance of the King who, unless there is some canonical or physiological impediment, vigorously performs his royal duty twice weekly, nor the patience and humility of the Queen, who, besides praying, subjects herself to total immobility after her husband s withdrawal, so that their generative secretions may fertilize undisturbed, her scant from a lack of incentive and time, and because of her deep moral scruples, the King s prodigious, as one might expect from a man who is not yet 22 years of age, neither the one factor nor the other has succeeded so far in causing Dona Maria Ana s womb to become swollen Yet God is almighty What I am very sure as much as a human being can be that I m going to remember in a couple of years from this reading is the purely amazing, earthy but also celestial love affair between the two main protagonists unfortunately the 3rd main personage Padre Bartolomeu Lourenco de Gusmao who colored something like a one quarter of the book died far too soon to make a further strong impression but I ve missed him even so, he was an extremely brilliant mind for his living times Baltasar and Blimunda two vagabonds, he a former soldier from a war that left him a disabled man without his left hand, and she, a clairvoyant, a girl with supernatural powers, who can see into things and people if fasting was done, two people who are full of eccentricities and have, from time to time, conversations about transcendental things The story gravitates around the creation and building of a Flying machine the so called beloved Passarola , enterprise which eventually comes to a successful fruition and, which is going to lead to some dramatic consequences for this trinity of airship inventors, and, on a larger scale, on the construction and erecting of the convent of Mafra, a highly ambitious and hard labouring project which affects eventually the overall population of the country, because events are always interconnected and no one can escape from the eye of the Church with the high supervision of the Holy Office of the Inquisition and the State as per the King s decrees for it is a well known fact that the ear has to be educated if one wishes to appreciate musical sounds, just as the eyes must learn to distinguish the value of words and the way in which they are combined when one is reading a text, and the hearing must be trained for one to comprehend speech, These weighty words moderate my frivolous remarks, for it is a common failing among men to say what they believe others wish to hear them say, without sticking to the truth, however, for men to be able to stick to the truth, they must first acknowledge their errors, And commit them, That is a question I couldn t answer with a simple yes or no, but I do believe in the necessity of error we never ask ourselves whether there might not be some wisdom in madness, even while recognizing that we are all a little mad These are ways of keeping firmly on this side of madness, and just imagine, what would happen if madmen demanded to be treated as if they were equals with the sane, who are only a little mad, on the pretext that they themselves still possess a little wisdom, so as to safeguard, for example, their own existence I ve found thoroughly absorbing the whole exuberance of the baroque narrative, blended with cascading discourses and meditations on human existence, religion, criss crossed questions between intellect and faith on life s governing, all flavoured by a comedy, erudite, sometimes surreal writing style of counting the stories that make up for people s lives In the end, Always as something, never as everything, and never as nothing For, after all, we can escape from everything, but not from ourselves.
My first encounter with the Portuguese Jose Saramago, winner of the Nobel prize for literature in 1998, proved to be a perfect match, reading wise Enjoyed myself way too much and above of what I can further add here in Basically, I fully agree with the author s statement saying that the world has been blissfully mad ever since it was conceived.

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Et ego in illo Baltasar and Blimunda by Jos Saramago, Giovanni Pontiero Translator If Adam was punished for wishing to resemble God, how do men come to have God inside them without being punished, and even when they do not wish to receive Him they go unpunished, for to have and not to wish to have God inside oneself amounts to the same absurdity, and the same impossible situation, yet the words Et ego in illo imply that God is inside me, how did I come to find myself in thus labyrinth of yes and no, of no that means yes, of yes that means no, opposed affinities allied contradictions, how shall I pass safely over the edge of the razor, well, summing up, before Christ became man, God was outside man and could not reside in him, then, through the Blessed Sacrament, He came to be inside man, so man is virtually God, or will ultimately become God, yes, of course, if God resides in me, I am God, I am God not in triune or quadruple, but one, one with God, He is I, I am He, Durus est hic sermo, et quis potest eum audire In Baltasar and Blimunda by Jos Saramago, Giovanni Pontiero translator Se a Ad o por querer assemelhar se a Deus, como t m agora os homens a Deus dentro de si e n o s o castigados, ou o n o querem receber e castigados n o s o, que ter e n o querer ter Deus dentro de si o mesmo absurdo, a mesma impossibilidade, e contudo Et ego in illo, Deus est em mim, ou em mim n o est Deus, como poderei achar me nesta floresta de sim e n o, de n o que sim, do sim que n o, afinidades contr rias, contrariedades afins como atravessarei salvo sobre o fio da navalha, ora, resumindo agora, antes de Cristo se ter feito homem, Deus estava fora do homem e n o podia estar nele, depois, pelo Sacramento, passou a estar nele, assim o homem quase Deus, ou ser afinal o pr prio Deus, sim, sim, se em mim est Deus, eu sou Deus, sou o de modo n o trino ou qu druplo, mas uno, uno com Deus, Deus n s, ele eu, eu ele, Durus est hic sermo, et quis potest eum audire In Memorial do Convento by Jos Saramago Arriving in Mafra, let us imagine ourselves as part of the crowd that, on October 22, 1730, attended the consecration of the convent Impossible not to be impressed by this fa adethan 230 meters in length To the centre, the basilica with its dome and bell towers, and on each side the imposing turrets The portico columns clearly showed the neoclassical influence, complemented by several sculptures in the same style Saramago tells us that 40,000 workers worked night and day so that the Basilica could be finished on D Jo o V s birthday.
Memorial do Convento Baltasar and Blimunda, Jos SaramagoBaltasar and Blimunda Portuguese Memorial do Convento, 1982 is a novel by the Nobel Prize winning Portuguese author Jos Saramago It is an 18th century love story intertwined with the construction of the Convent of Mafra, now one of Portugal s chief tourist attractions, as a background Two young lovers interact naturally with historical characters including the composer and harpsichordist Domenico Scarlatti and the priest Bartolomeu de Gusm o, recognized today as an aviation pioneer, all in the shadow of the Inquisition The lovers are always at center stage wrapped in Saramago s language, which ranges from short simple sentences to surrealistic, unpunctuated paragraphs that help to intensify both the action and the setting 2010 1380 373 9646205321 1396 373 9789646205321 20